The awkward moment when you rant for 5 minutes over the phone to your life long friend friend about your stupid sewing machine (because she sews and you don’t) and she’s trying to help you and then you find out…you’re not talking to your friend. You’re talking to a complete stranger. Who owns a Tailoring / Sewing shop. And she’s REALLY nice! (This is a true story. Cross my heart and hope to die!!!)
That awkward moment when you rant to the Wichita Chamber of Commerce over the phone about the price of their booths at the fair, and the person on the other end listens really sympathetically, and she’s REALLY nice, and you start to feel better…but then she feels the need to point out that you had reached the Greyhound Bus Station in Wichita, and maybe the Chamber of Commerce can help me. (True story! Cross my heart and hope to die!! !)
There is a lesson in here somewhere for me, just not sure what it is.
Scuse me. I have to make a phone call.